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Castelia City, one of the biggest cities in all known regions and home to artists and vagrants alike.
“Those are some big ass buildings.” Algernon stated flatly, eyes glued to the bleeding sky as the red sunset met the scraping behemoths that were the buildings. For the evening, Algernon and Marcus decided to split up and enjoy the sights. His boisterous companion wasn’t as a fine connoisseur of the arts as he was, so they ended up on opposite sides of town. The city of grandeur made Algernon feel something deep in his chest cavity, and he was almost positive it wasn’t heartburn or that taco salad he had earlier trying to kayak against gravity up the Niagara Falls.
Speaking of climbing, making his way to the west side of town? Fat chance. The further he moved westward the thicker the conglomeration of people became. Pushing past two business men only to almost get crushed by a bulky man who probably needed to lay off the testosterone and protein shakes, Al’s gaze fell on a troupe of street performers. Al himself wasn’t exactly the deftest of people, so his lavender eyes lazily followed the twirls and juggling antics of the acrobats in front of him. Was this town like this every day? Forget staying here for just an evening, Al could get used to Castelia City’s hustle and bustle at this rate. Too bad there wasn’t a contest hall here. He could justify that to Marcus. He was a comedian, not a lawyer. His penchant for incongruent horseshit was limited to self-aware fits of irony and humor. His worries and cares about the quaintness left him as he dropped some spare change into a nearby pot. He squeezed back out the way he came with his small act of charity, wanting to explore around more before it became too dark to see. His feet trudged along and away from the crowd and into more pointless meandering. Said meandering led him to the harbor where there were significantly less people. Most of the boats were roped off and shut down. Algernon surmised the work hours of the men and women who manned the ships ended about two hours ago. They had to go home and be a family man and a family woman! Breadwinning wasn’t exclusively reserved to just men anymore. Gosh, archaic clichés needed to be updated with the times. Maybe he’d bring that up in his next show? He needed to search around for an open space to book a gig. Maybe they’d hire him for his dashing good looks and one-hundred meter dash abilities!
Said ability was mediocre at best. Algernon’s athletic skills were a comedy routine all on their own.
“Wow, home doesn’t have water nearly this clear…but I can't drink it. I'll contract a disease like syphilis or an inexplicable desire to file pink slips.” Al sat down on the edge of the peer, wiggling and dangling his legs over the open aqua. He thought about Marcus’ words about how he needed to let his pokemon move around more often and bond with them. He shifted awkwardly on the concrete, but relented to his conscious with a tap of a pokeball. Out came Feste, the sewaddle. Striking a pose, the bug pokemon crawled onto his head and nestled herself in his nest of a hairdo. It elicited a snort from the deadpanning boy.
“Got anything new for me today, Feste?” Al’s eyes rolled upwards. His newest companion bopped him on the head with one of his arms. He flinched and mock gasped at his gross display of quote unquote “aggression.” Interacting with his team wasn’t so bad after all! Well, except Imogen. Talking to a wall was an understatement with her. Al made a mental note to have a discussion with Feste the sewaddle when he went back to the pokemon center about costuming for the upcoming contests. The little guy had more talent than expected of someone of his stature and Al wanted to make sure his ideas and handiwork were appreciated. Besides, having extra sewing thread in the form of string shot never hurt. Better safe than performing in a contest for the first time with a gigantic hole ripped straight down the middle of your pants. He still wore mouse print boxers. He wanted to be laughed at for his jokes, not because he had a penchant for mice. Arceus bless Feste.
Post by Danny Kazuki on Jul 5, 2014 12:21:34 GMT -5
The transition from Orre to Unova was like watching sand dunes and trees morph into streets and skyscrapers, and the moment his final ship arrived at the pier, Danny was left in a trance of fascination and awe. Music from the local performers caught his ears, and the more he stared at the street lamps, the shops, buildings, and people, the more they resembled that cheesy animation style from the 50s. He could almost imagine inanimate objects spouting arms and legs for the sake of dance, but apparently standing in the middle of a big pathway was unacceptable behavior, as people began to bump into him due to his inconvenient placing. "Eh-whoopsies. Sorry about that." All he could do was sheepishly laugh as he hoisted his main travelling bag across his back, only slightly minding its girth until he reached the safety of the sidelines. Note to self, ditch belongings at a Pokemon Center at a later time.
Having been in Mossdeep City for most of his life, seeing Castelia City in person was a bit of a shock. Granted, Mossdeep was fairly big, but Castelia must've been at least twice that! And these buildings looked even taller than his beloved space station-- a detail he assumed was only exaggerated in the movies. Not even sure where to start in a city this size, he followed the one way pier until he came to an intersection, leaving him stuck on which way to go next. On one hand, he wanted to trust his instinct and go deeper into the city, figuring that a Pokemon Center would magically appear along the way. On the other hand, there were tons of flashy dance moves and magic tricks in the exact opposite direction, and his curiosity was a strong contender in his decision making process. A large cloud of smoke rose from the left, followed by impressed gasps from the small crowd that gathered around it, and the moment he felt left out of something cool, he was sold.
Excitement spread like poison to his arms and legs, making them tremble with delight as he fought his way through the swarm of suits and tourists, both of which proved to be worthy competition as he squeezed his way over to the sidewalk. It was unbelievable how many people crowded the place, but he supposed that was yet another thing he had to get used to if he wanted to make it big in the city. In an uneventful turn of events, the unexplained smoke happened to be the finale of a street performer's magic show, who was currently collecting tips from their performance. Wow. Talk about bad timing. He tried sticking around on the off chance that he would be wow'd by a dose of magic, but the only magic here was how fast the crowd had dispersed into the sidewalk.
"Well, uh...Good show. Good show. I loved it. Excellent pizzazz." And as he talked, he couldn't help but feel ignored as the magician brushed past him with a curt nod and small but appreciative 'Thanks'. "Geez. The people here really do have their own agenda." Crossing his arms with a sour look, he looked back towards the attractive calmness of the pier. At this point, it was best to backtrack if he wanted to avoid getting too lost in a place like this. "A map would be good. There's gotta be one of those street maps lounging around here." It was funny how fast the city lost its charm the moment you were lost in its depths. The whole place felt no different from a mechanical jungle, save for parts of the pier, which didn't have too many people lurking about.
He was tempted to ask this one guy and his clothed Caterpie for directions, seeing how trainers were likely to prance around the city for the sake of the local Gym, meaning they'd also (likely) know where to find the Pokemon Center. But what if it happened to be somewhere obvious, and he just wasn't looking in the right direction?
"Outta the way, ya punk!" A low, gruff voice snapped Danny out of his confusion as he stumbled past a tall, muscular sailor and his Conkeldurr. "Hmpth. I'm never in the way. I am the way." He grumbled, now hopefully safe from harm now that he wasn't standing in the middle of the blazing sidewalk. This adapting thing was going to take a while, much to his dismay.
“A map would be good. There’s gotta be one of those street maps lounging around here.” Al’s head craned backwards to hear where that boyish voice came from. Eyes met Danny’s and Al wondered who in the world this guy was. Did he live in Castelia or was he another traveling pokemon trainer like himself? Well, he was a coordinator, but trainer worked as a catchall for all roles and ambitions for the most part. Twisting his body around back onto land, Al rose to his feet slowly so as to not throw Feste off of his head and into the water. Little bug pokemon that didn’t have time to get his clothing wet? Described Feste perfectly. He was sure he’d receive a “beating” again if he didn’t respect his pokemon. That was part of being a coordinator, right? They were living beings; too.
He didn’t have much else to do aside from kill time, so he figured he might as well help this poor guy out. He came from the pokemon center and had the sense to pick up one of those local pamphlets that had a map and major locations inside. If he didn’t have a map, well, Al was more than famous for getting lost in areas he wasn’t overly familiar with. Feet stopped abruptly. Hand extended fully with pamphlet in hand towards Danny.
“Need a hand? Or are you the only way?” A smirk formed on his face when he witnessed that little conversation between the worker and Danny. Al himself almost met the same fate earlier, nearly crushing himself running into the bodybuilder in the performer’s crowd. He didn’t have a death wish. He did, however, have an inexplicable desire to find a way to kill time. Maybe Danny would take up the hatchet next to him and then help hide the body afterwards. It was a messy job, planning a murder of time.
“Oh, right. Normal people introduce themselves first. Algernon, and my partner in crime is Feste.” The sewaddle perched atop his skull gave a small wave with one of its front appendages. “We’re on a mission. An important mission. A mission that we only allowed trusted companions on. Tell me, are you willing to embark upon us in this escapade? You, mysterious stranger, have been elected by the council above to partake in our mission. That mission, of course, is selective.” Al rambled and deadpanned on, fully aware that most of what he was say was overindulgent bullshit. Just saying he was killing time was far too boring, no, he had to make a joke and a show out of it. Apparently the gods were smiling on him today, for after popping the question to Danny a horde of four trubbish and a garbodor appeared from a nearby dark alleyway. Al had never had a real pokemon battle before, and now wasn’t the time for him to start. Unfortunately, it seemed that these five pokemon were irritated at their lack of perceived volume control. Each one’s face, especially the supposed leader garbodor, bore a visage less than pleasant.
“Oh, look, the big bad wolf sent minions already. I hate battling, but I guess we have no choice. Cordelia.” Al dug into his backpack and dropped a pokeball containing Cordelia onto the ground. His Banette, whom recently evolved, stuck her tongue out at the horde of poison pokemon. This only further enraged them. “So…pokemon battles…use Night Shade I guess? Is that even a thing?” Cordelia turned around and shot her trainer a glance that was the clear embodiment of the word “What.” She couldn’t believe his lack of enthusiasm regarding a battle. Oh well, her neck snapped back to the front and her eyes color changed from their default red to a deep black. Four rings of dark energy formulated around her, shooting out to slam into each and every one of the trubbish. Apparently Algernon didn’t know her own strength, and the four trubbish were knocked over in one swoop. Really, that was it? He couldn’t contain his surprise. “…Wow. Is evolving a pokemon really that effective? Arceus Christ on a crutch.” Al rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Uh…I’ll leave the last one to you, then.” The reference was for Danny, of course. Maybe this guy didn’t have any pokemon. Oops. If he didn’t then this mission to kill the lord of time himself wasn’t going to turn out so well. Al didn’t factor in any real opposition anyways. He just wanted to kill time softly, not in a one hit KO for four wild pokemon.
WORDS: 766 TAGS:Danny Kazuki NOTES: Four trubbish fainted because Cordelia's OP apparently.
Post by Danny Kazuki on Jul 9, 2014 20:34:44 GMT -5
Something hovered around his shoulders as if it was preparing to land on him, but the lack of an obvious buzz or flapping sound told him that he had nothing to fear. Once Danny turned around, a fairly friendly voice greeted him, though the smile that accompanied it was totally mocking him. With another glance towards the pamphlet, he shrugged and took it from him, nodding his thanks as he quietly hoped that this was in fact a map, and not some activist propaganda. "Hey, hey. That was a private conversation between me and Buff McLarge. He's real friendly once you get to know him. We just met, but details like that don't matter." Jokes aside, Danny really did appreciate this stranger's help. With the map flipped out and open, it didn't take him long to figure out where he was. Given that the ocean was right next to him, and the rest of the piers could be seen from where he was standing, the lower half of the city was fairly easy to understand. Thankfully the map marked important locations, such as the Pokemon Center, the Gym, and the exit leading to the next route. That last one looked nauseatingly far, and he couldn't even be bothered to understand the city's layout for a journey like that. Other than that, the Pokemon Center wasn't too far from where he was, and as long as he stayed on a certain street, he'd make it in no time.
The funny thing about pamphlets was that they were easy to open up, but sometimes they were just giant oozing assholes when you wanted them to be nice, neat, and tidy. His magical hands were failing him as he tried folding it back up, only to have some of the creases in the paper look totally off as he handed it back to Al. Well, if Al wanted to make it look good, he could do that in his own free time. Danny had better things to do than master the art of paper folding, even if it meant no silly paper hats. "Algernon, huh? Well, you're the first Algernon I've ever met in my life. I'm Danny, but my friends like to call me loser, jerk, butthead, and sometimes 'The Incredible Stud'. Well, if I had any friends. That's not the point. The point is, I think I can get to the Pokemon Center from here." While Danny was more than ready to go go go, this kind stranger must've wanted something from him if he even bothered with introductions. Maybe Algernon was lonely? Not that Danny minded. Having a familiar face in an unfamiliar region like this could only be a good thing, he figured, deciding at that moment that he needed to start working on his socialization skills.
'A mission?' Stop the Earth from revolving for just a few seconds--what in the world was this guy talking about? Key words being 'important', 'mysterious', and 'selective', which naturally meant something cool and secretive was going on. Everything about this opening statement screamed; I am a part of a powerful organization, and I'm recruiting new members. The thought of getting involved in something so scandalous and discreet made him hover like an energetic fruit fly around Algernon's sweet, sweet words. "I'm in! Let me in, please? I have all sorts of skills! All sorts, I mean--hey. You. Algernon. Look. I bet no one else in this city--yeah, I mean no one else in this city is able to solve this!" It didn't take him long to fumble through his traveler's bag, hands swishing through clean clothing until they managed to bump against a goldmine. Yanking his prize out with a determined smirk, he revealed the solved Rubix Cube in his hands. Well, either it was 'solved' or brand spanking new, but who would care to ask about that kind of detail? "So you see, I'm the kind of guy you want to have around. And uh. Suddenly company." He didn't quite know when this horde of Trubbish started ganging up on him, and he didn't care, at least until he saw the huge, hulking Garbodor backing them up. "Are Pokemon here always this aggressive? Not much different from the people." Shaking his head at how easily he managed to make trouble his dance partner, he unhitched the last Pokeball from his belt.
His new friend didn't seem too confident about this whole battling thing, but that Banette looked pretty powerful. Appearances were quickly backed up with a flurry of powerful Night Shades, managing to knock out those it touched. That left Danny to handle the sole Garbodor in the center, and gosh, it did not look happy about the state of its fallen allies. "Evolved Pokemon are pretty strong. I'm kind of lucky to have one myself." Not that he deserved such a Pokemon through intense training and dedication. Oh no, this was because rocks were magical, and he was lucky enough to find one. "Alright then. Cappy, let's clean things up with a Tailwind!" One of these days, he was going to work out a cool pose that matched the splendor and awe of a magical girl transformation when throwing out Pokeballs, but until then, he lightly tossed the Pokeball into the air and high-fived it.
It was kind of goofy looking, but it worked. A fully grown Honchkrow was riled up at the putrid odor rising from this beefy brute, and to be frank, he didn't even want to touch it. A Tailwind was a fairly appropriate move anyways, since it gave Cappy a chance to blow away that retched smell. With an authoritative rise of his wings, he slashed at the air, propelling him straight up until he was ready to fly. The Tailwind created a nifty breeze that could speed up Cordelia if the battle went on too long, but this didn't look too hard. Not one to be bothered by a little wind, the Garbodor hacked up a slimy Sludge Bomb and lobbed it at the Honchkrow. Cappy tried to dodge by ducking under it, but the purple liquid gushed and fell apart as the wind swept through it, dousing the bird in its toxins. Ugh. Danny made a quick note to give poor Cappy a bath, since that smell was probably going to last all day. "Don't take that crap, Cap. Retaliate with Wing Attack!" Not that Danny had to tell him to beat trash up. Diving towards the Garbodor's face, he proceeded to stuff his talons right into the ass mountain's mouth. One his feet had a good grip on those filthy lips, he proceeded to bash and slice at the Garbodor's face, somehow managing to hold on as his foe struggled and danced around his fallen friends.
His final Wing Attack was enough to take this beast down, though by the time the Garbodor fainted, Cappy looked like a beast in his own right.<Disgusting. Yeesh...> With wings soaked in sludge and feet soiled by the scent of moldy gym socks and raw eggs, even a hardened guy like Cappy was pretty horrified by all of this. "Yeah, uh. Feel free to jump into the ocean. Your Pokeball is going to reek if you go back in like that." At least the Trubbish didn't smell so bad, but that Garbodor's Sludge Bomb was something else. <Or you could just shut up, and I'll take a shower at the center.> Cappy huffed in offense, not even daring to pollute something as precious as the ocean for the sake of cleaning himself.
Hook, line, and sinker. Algernon nabbed his only party member on the exciting quest towards killing time itself! Well, the death of the concept may have been out of his reach, but waiting until the evening hours wasn’t! Doing it by himself or, heaven forbid practicing contest routines before hitting Nimbasa, bored the living hell out of him. So, with Danny in tow, Al mock saluted his new partner in crime. However long he hung around this guy, judging by his earnestly eager reactions, wouldn’t fail to amuse him. Hell, the ludacris nature of pokemon training itself never ceased to amaze Algernon. Crinkled pamphlet in hand, Al bagged it deep in the recesses of his backpack.
“You’re the first Danny I’ve ever met, and my friends call me butthead too. Maybe it’s because I’m mean or that my mother dented my head in two, but she said it wasn’t polite dinner conversation.” It wasn’t the only first for Algernon, for the boy had never laid eyes on a rubix cube before. His eyes widened in splendor, wondering just what that annoying object was. The colors were matched perfectly, just like Al knew he’d be with Danny from this point on. Man was a crafter of mysteries if he could solve such an immaculate puzzle.
“I’ve only heard of the cube of the gods in textbooks and funny papers. You, my friend, have the chosen cube. Together, time will bend its knees for us.” Al’s mock salute returned along with a smirk, having the time of his life right about now. When Danny sent out a Honchkrow, the comedian couldn’t help but snort. Cappy? Egregiously poor naming choice. So egregiously poor it was appropriate for Danny. The ensuring smack down occurred swiftly, Algernon masking the impact it left on him. There were other trainers that could take evolved pokemon down? He tried not to show it, but Algernon’s knowledge of battles and all that pizzazz was…lacking. He told funny jokes, not punch people in the face until they had to call home.
“Awesome, the minions of the Lord of Time itself have been defeated. Chapter one of our epic tale draws to a close.“ Al’s voice forcibly boomed at the title “Lord of Time”. Danny’d get a kick out of it. Who wouldn’t get a kick out of it? Cappy, most likely. His feet were far too tiny to kick at high angles. Could birds even rotate their feet that high? Al had no clue. He did know that the smell penetrating his nose needed to shoo itself out the door. Thankfully, Danny had the sense to send his pokemon into the water to clean up its act.
“Poor Cappy.” Al resisted the snicker at the name. “Doused in the odiferous ooze of the old one. He needs to be bathed in sea water quickly or his body will permanently adopt that odor. Bleh. “ Al pinched his nose with a wave, monotone and severity never leaving his voice. It seemed his prayers would be answered, however, when an Alomomola splashed a wave of salt water onto Cappy. Oops. Feste, silent during all this mess, jumped from Al’s head onto the side of the concrete.
“Just what in the world are you doing?” Feste questioned the Alomomola, who gave a shrug. Cordelia, the apparently badass Banette, chimed in. “Maybe it’s her job to take out the trash.” Her tongue stuck out, wiggling about while her eyes trailed downwards to the fainted bodies of the garbage brigade. The wild fish rolled her eyes. “No, the smell was offending me. It needed to be decimated.” While Al didn’t speak pokemon, it bemused him to see his own teammates speaking to a wild pokemon. A really pretty one at that. Shiny, beautiful, and pink? Three of Algernon’s favorite words. Just behind rhubarb, fiscal, and serendipity. He didn’t wait another moment before meandering over to where the three pokemon chattered and tapping the alomomola with a luxury ball. Cordelia and Feste’s joint look of disbelief deserved an academy award. “Al! What in blazes are you doing!?” Al shrugged, figuring out the jist of his pokemon’s words by the reaction. “It was pink. I like pink. It’ll help us out on our quest, isn’t that right Danny? The power of the waves will sail us to victory.” Feste and Codelia’s faces met with their palms or equivalents thereof. Man, their trainer had little tact sometimes…
WORDS: 738 TAGS:Danny Kazuki NOTES: Used one luxury ball on alomomola.
Post by Danny Kazuki on Jul 25, 2014 15:31:23 GMT -5
It felt like whenever Al spoke, words were carefully chosen before they were imbued into each humorous quip. To Danny, some thought was put into these seemingly carefree sentences, and he was more than amused at the display. "Time isn't ready for this." His arms and hands curved and swerved like a bumpy wave, accentuating his confident stance with a radiant grin. "I'm the master of time! I can make it slow down when I walk by, because who doesn't fall for me at first sight, and I can speed it up because I'm also the master of fun." His ego couldn't be contained, and it wasn't something that he wanted contained. Modesty was simply no fun these days, and it didn't fit a guy like him. "Ha! By the time we take those minions down, we'll be the new Time Lords. At least we have watches." Actually, he didn't have a watch on hand, and he had no idea if Al was armed with one either. "Or...time telling devices. Yeah, that." Danny might've been an exaggerator at heart, but he wasn't a damn dirty liar.
Hat Bird wasn't taking to the Sludge Bomb too well, shuddering at the oozing sensation as it slipped underneath his feathers, leaving him miserable with that cool, slimy sensation. The ocean was starting to look rather inviting, even though he had no experience with swimming whatsoever. Wings were as good, if not better than flippers, right? Swimming should've been a cinch. Castelia's ocean waves beckoned him closer, and in the depths of each rolling wave, Cappy spied the shadow of a fish gradually approaching the surface. He didn't think too much of it other than 'hey, possible meal', but of course, the moment he looked away was the moment he got doused in salt water. <I don't know which god I spited, but the moment I do, their shrines will be defiled.> Water dripped off of his beak as the ocean's scent washed away the worst of the sludge, but Danny wasn't satisfied with a mere splash.
Leg up, foot bent, he kicked the prick clean off the harbor. "I guess it was only a matter of time before you swam with the fishes. Get it? It's funny because...because gangster bird. And movies." Cappy's head bobbed up at the surface as his tiny legs furiously kicked to keep him afloat, fighting off each wave with an irritated flap of his wings. Ok, so swimming wasn't as easy as he thought it was. Suddenly ducks seemed pretty impressive, even if their goofy appearances were an utter shame. "Alright, alright. Stop splashing; you make a terrible fish. Even the real fish are appalled." With a snort, he was quick to return Cappy back into his Pokeball, sparing Algernon and Alomomola the annoyance of their mini commotion.
It really was a pretty fish though, now that things settled enough to take in the finer details. Those bright pink scales looked as if they belonged on jewelry, and he couldn't help but feel nostalgic about the wild Luvdisc at home due to that shared appearance. This thing was huge though, whatever it was, and it almost looked edible. Those Luvdisc in Mossdeep? Too scrawny. Who would eat something that cute and tiny anyways? Of course his hopes of trying the local cuisine were quickly shattered when Al lobbed a Luxury Ball at his dinner. "I was kind of hoping that the power of the waves would sail us some grub, but uh, pink is always necessary. Can't argue with that logic." With a half-hearted chuckle, he could only mumble as he watched the ball rock back and forth. "I swear, if this works..." His luck with catching Pokemon usually meant that someone on his team was going to faint, but it never occurred to him to simply surprise a Pokemon with a ball to the face.
When the Luxury Ball popped back open, Danny wasn't surprised. He saw that one coming, but there was nothing wrong was having hope. "Man, I really thought you were going to get it too." Yeah, no he didn't. But for the two times that Pokeball rocked, he was tense with anticipation on the off chance that Al really did catch something without a drawn out slug fest. <Excuse you, but to suddenly throw something like that at my head! Show some compassion.> The Alomomola wasn't taking too kindly to the situation, but Danny was oblivious to her plight. "Alright, hang on. Maybe the stars are aligned to shine on me today. That's it, I've made up my mind. With my luck and your luck combined, we'll catch this luscious prize with minimal effort!" Apparently the word 'luscious' can be used to describe an attractive lady, but it can also be used to describe food. He was still leaning more towards the second definition thanks to his headstrong stomach, but Al didn't need to know that. "No whammies, no whammies, no whammies! Stop!" With a well-timed throw at that final, lingering word, he threw one of his plain, regular Pokeballs at their irritated little friend for Algernon's sake.
tag: @hbic ▪ words: nah ▪ ooc: Threw a Pokeball at the Alomomola because Al deserves it.
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